I feel Niall wrap his arms tighter around me and the dream begins to lighten. The storm seems to wrap around me, having settled down, before completely disappearing.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451